told a friend. He works as a doctor in a clinic. He can tell a lot of fun about his patients, but now it’s not about it. Even further from his face.

Long-awaited weekend, or more precisely late Friday night. In search of rescue from the wild heat we go to the country with my wife. I already taste the mangal with scented shampoos, ice beer from the bar, and the river to walk and swim for sure. Although the very peak hour, the highway is almost deserted - this is what the Moscovites can only envy us, the provinces.

Suddenly I noticed a mistake. The bushes along the strip of the drainage of debris, the baggage compartment of the lighthouse is pulled from the square. I automatically lower the speed. On the sidelines sits a girl 4-5 years old and shakes her eyes with her hands. You could go by, but a child. I am not used to refusing to help people. I stop, I go out. Apart from the girl, no other people nearby can be seen. The red "giggles" firmly settled in the quivette, stuck in the groves of ivy.

Well look at me. I try not to scare the child. With you everything.
is normal? Nothing hurt?

Third eye is silent.

With whom did you drive? Is there anyone else in the machine?

There is. There is Petya. His stomach is broken. He begins to scream loudly.

I barely sat down on my ass, even into the sweat. This is how the petition - the petitioner's petition is broken. And I have only an autopharmacy with me, which I would wish our officials to be treated for a lifetime, another would not give medicine at all. Carefully I go down to the "Jigul"... and in a minute I get out of the salon a healthy plush rabbit. The rabbit and indeed hopelessly (and apparently for a long time) broken stomach.

Eleele, with the help of his wife and a chocolate bar found among the products, managed to calm the girl and figure out the picture. It turns out, a drunk peasant carried his daughter to swim, and on the way back he did not hold the wheel. I went for the tractor and my daughter! I left one on the road.
Of course, I had to put the baby in the car and take it to the village to my mother, who no longer found room for worry. And her husband rested calmly in the garden, completely forgetting about the car and the daughter.